me, the au pair and the children

Category: aupair

And all of the sudden I get an aupair that is just perfect. I think I learnt from previous experiences. Got all checked out. Got a copy of her documents, references. The whole lot. She came in looking shy. But soon she showed to be the one. The relationship with my children was excellent. Very… Continue reading Part of the Family, the ninth

It gets worse before it gets better. Just after the wild child, I was really panicking, thinking how could I find an aupair that would be reliable. I started to wonder if this solution would be good for us. But as I had to travel once a month, with only one-night stay, I really needed… Continue reading Master of Disguise, the eight

After my Danish homesick blogger aupair left us in a rush I had to find a new one in a rush. It was that or lose my job. Because of previous aupairs leaving me stranded, I already had to ask to work from home a few times and the last time they told me to… Continue reading Wild Child, the Seventh

After the amazing experience with my last Italian aupair, I was super positive, my faith was restored. After much looking and filtering I got to this sweet Danish girl, with long brown wavy hair. Super mega fan of One Direction. Actually, she wanted to come to the UK, so she could have the opportunity of… Continue reading The Blogger…the sixth

My two kids are always bickering at each other. I know, that’s what’s sisters do, but I didn’t expect this much! The eldest one makes use of her language dominance and responds to the little one with the most elaborated sentences and words she never dreamed of. The little one does not step back, when… Continue reading Sisters

The washing machine is broken. The aupair (bless) washed (?) her clothes the day before. The washing machine was making strange noises; so much so that my eldest recorded it and put it online saying the washing machine was possessed. But the aupair didn’t realise that machine was broken. Yesterday, I was trying to get… Continue reading If it makes strange noises…

Our fifth aupair was also Italian and I didn’t see this one coming. I was almost loosing hope, rethinking the whole childcare plan, when I was contacted by this girl. She was already in the UK, with another family. Her story was unusual and probably should have rang some alarm bells. This aupair came to… Continue reading From Italy with Love…the Fifth